Here I am, signalling a defeat of sorts. The last month has been hard on the blog. My number of posts has slipped from at least 20 a month to a pitiful 14 last month. That’s not too bad as its still a post every other day on average.
But I want more. And I can’t get more.
Buying a house took a much larger toll on my writing than I expected. Then came writer’s block.
And then work started to hammer on me and my normal work days started moving from 8 hour days to 9 hour days and now I’m working at least 10 hours a day – plus my hour commute and then life stuff.
When I get home and start to relax, writing is the last thing on my mind. I watch an hour of TV, get a massage from the BF, and try to get some sleep before the alarm goes off the next day.
I hate not being able to write as much as I want. I hate not sharing.
There is some great sex happening still. Trust me, that has not been lost.
I just don’t have time to tell you about it.
This “busy time” will probably go one for another month or so before I can even think about getting back to a normal routine.
I miss you. I miss writing for you.